The songs
Garlands of songs
I kept wandering in the world
At the gates of words every time
Who went by suddenly
Garlands of songs drenched in nectar
I never told anyone about my pain,
Never did my eyes cry
Never was I talkative,
Never did I wake up from sleep
Then how did they become sympathizers,
Running to share my pain
In loneliness, they were seen standing as friends of life
The one who was deceived by time every moment
Which again became a broken mirror
Why does this world of life become enchanting on seeing them
Every morning they would climb on the threshold
Say something in my ears
And before the evening sets,
they would move the eyelids
Body and mind are dedicated to them,
Still they appear opposite
I have won over everyone,
But they have never won.
I am ridiculed in every street
Disgraced in every courtyard.
The strings that were ringing till yesterday
Gave up in anger by showing a deep relationship
What kind of relation is this with them,
how did these relations come about
I am the musk deer, my lovely songs have become fragrant
All the blisters on my feet have burst, my pace has become blood-soaked,
Verses will take away my pain, come as guests
I am a soft story, my contract with the world
When would an injured lotus flower get
a gift greater than thorns.
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day ☺️🙏 @vikbuddy
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